Monday, February 9, 2015


1. I write because…
It’s fun. Pure and simple. And I just love to tell stories. Nothing more, nothing less.
2. If I were your favorite cookie, what would I be?
Very tough question. It’s a toss-up between peanut butter with chocolate chips (which is the BEST combination ever) and oatmeal raisin. But I think I’d have to go with peanut butter and chocolate chips.  
3. Plotter or pantster?
I do both, actually. My first novel, Sunrise, was written completely by the seat of my pants. I had no pre-conceived ideas where I was headed with that story. I just wrote. However, its sequel and another work in progress are very much plotted out in detail. It just depends on what strikes me with each particular story. Neither is more effective than the other. You just have to go with whichever feels the most comfortable and allows you to be creative.
4. What is your favorite type of character to write about and why?
Definitely the antagonist. With a protagonist, there’s always the expectation that they conform to some degree or another to a universal sense of goodness and morality. You can give those characters some flaws, but at the end of the day they’ve got remain on the positive side of the ledger. With villains I’ve found more freedom to be complex and multi-dimensional.
5. Hamburgers or sushi?
Nothing against sushi, because I’ve been to Japan twice and have had the real deal, but there’s nothing better than a great burger.
6. Name three things on your desk.
Paper, paper, and more paper. I’m a clutterbug.
7. What books have influenced your writing style?
Dean Koontz and Ted Dekker. They’re the kings of character development, pacing, and crisp dialogue.
8. Tell us a little about your book.
It’s a paranormal romance in which an 18-year old high school kid survives a mass tragedy only to learn that it was an orchestrated event and that he was the intended target. When he’s caught in the crosshairs of a sinister nemesis, his guardian angel comes to his rescue – only to find there’s a huge price to pay for falling in love with a human.  
9. What advice do you have for new and aspiring authors?
Four things: study the craft of writing fiction, join a critique group, be patient, and never give up.          
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I’ve got two works in progress at the moment. One is False Light, the sequel to Sunrise. The other is a standalone work entitled, The Promise Keeper. I should probably pick one to focus on, but I’m really drawn to both stories.
Top 5 favorite (pick one) desserts, movies, things to eat, ice cream flavors, books.
Hard to narrow my top 5 movies, but here they are in no particular order: We Are Marshall, Meet Joe Black, Legends of the Fall, The Game, and The Legend of Bagger Vance.


When the shadows come and your world goes dark, can you hang on until sunrise – or will you give in to the darkness?  After a tragic shooting shatters Parker’s world, the darkness comes for
him. His guardian angel, Marie, fights to save his soul, but will her love be enough to save him?


She looked at the branches overhead and squinted as a silver raindrop fell into her eye. She wiped it away with the back of her hand as the precipitation intensified. The ground under her feet grew wetter, the wind more menacing as it whipped through the treetops. Bluish-white streaks of lightning shot across the dark sky like sinewy fingers, followed by a distant rumble of thunder.
"You really shouldn't appear so much. It's not safe. Uriel and Markus wouldn't approve."
"Uriel and Markus? You mean you and everyone else. Contrary to rumors, I don't appear human as often as you think," she shot back. "Besides, I can handle Markus."
"Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting you're his favorite."
She cast him a sideways glance, lips slanting into a smirk. "Really, Jacob?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I'm just stating what everybody knows."
"Well, he only favors the best, I guess."
He removed his spectacles, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the lenses. "Very funny."
Marie grinned. "You're the one who started it. If you can't—"
The hair on the back of her neck stood erect, and her face went slack. Something's wrong.
Jacob quickly replaced his glasses, and they turned their attention back to the house as the mood shifted to one of shared alarm. An uninvited presence crept toward the backyard fence, watching and waiting like them.
Marie scanned the fence for any movement, but didn't see anything. It was there, though, and it wasn't alone. Her body tensed. "I feel, three of them. Do you?"
"Yes. They're in the alley, behind the fence." Jacob closed his eyes for a moment, lines of concentration creasing his forehead.
Marie resumed searching for the intruders. What were they doing here? Why Parker's house? They'd never shown any interest in him or his family before. A brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a loud crack of thunder, illuminated the backyard in an eerie light. Marie's eyes darted along the fence. Several silhouetted figures lurked behind it.
Jacob opened his eyes. "Seth is near," he said, his voice taut with alarm.
Cold sweat broke out on Marie's forehead, and she wiped it away with a clammy hand. Of all the names, that was the one no guardian wanted to hear. Ever. She swallowed and tried to keep her voice from trembling. "Seth? Are you sure?"
Jacob didn't answer, but stared at the backyard fence. He interlocked his fingers and cracked his knuckles, his customary nervous habit. "When was your last fight?"
Although her preference was to avoid combat, confrontation always remained an option. Her last altercation had been a violent affair, but she had resolved long ago to do whatever it took to protect her charges, especially this one.
"Um, about twenty years ago. In Argentina." The melee during Carnival had been brutal. The colored lights of angel fire, agonizing screams, and the smell of burning flesh came back to her. An icy ball formed in the pit of her stomach, the landscape tilted and spun, and she placed an unsteady hand on the wet bark of the tree next to her.
"You'll be rusty if it's been that long. Remember, strike only when you have to and use quick, controlled bursts over as short a distance as possible."
Jacob's tone took on one of mock authority and bravado, but it wasn't convincing. Marie let the lecture slide for the moment. Seth's close proximity had Jacob rattled.
Marie looked back at the house. Parker and his family, asleep in their warm, cozy beds...they had no idea of the danger around them.
She clutched her chest, breathing becoming labored. "They're moving closer to the house, aren't they?"
Jacob jerked his head in an awkward nod. "Yeah." His eyes roamed the fence from behind wire-rimmed glasses. His forehead glistened. Was it from the precipitation...or fear?
A chill ran through her body and an army of goose bumps formed on her arms. She crossed them over her chest and cast a wary gaze toward the backyard fence.
"Something wicked this way comes," she muttered.
Jacob locked eyes with her and said, "C'mon. We have work to do."
They disappeared into the darkness and crept toward the alley.

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Scott works in state government and is the author of several short stories and the recently published young adult paranormal romance novel, Sunrise. He lives in the suburbs of Austin with his wife and two precocious daughters - who enthusiastically assist him in his search for the perfect combination of chocolate and peanut butter.
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